Sleep used to be my peace but now it's what I fight. The nightmares are strong, they give me such a fright. I'm so confused, everything's wrong. I'm trying to be happy, I'm trying to be strong. I don't want to be this way, I should of done more. To stop me spiralling down, straight through the devil's door.
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RubyRae (
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Ruby,you are so strong,you have no idea how strong you are,you must keep fighting to defeat the devil,he wants to win and take you away from all who love you and God,we must be strong and fight together, can we do this together,
Everything will be ok Ruby, we will get through this x
I like your depiction of hopelessness
but realised, in the now
while battling, with intent
to survive
these poisonous, thoughts and feelings
not
like most of us, who only realise
later
faf, far to let
after we've slipped, through
the cracks of demise..
and so, cursing ourselves
to waste our precious moments
of life
climbing, back up
to somewhere, where sunshine's
still exist
to offer, thoughts of warmth
in those darkest of lonesome
moonless nights..
(such a vivid portrait
thanks for sharing, dear poet)
stay strong, write bold!
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